Nov 04, 2006 05:19
1. Dirty-ass (ass-dirty?) cab. Floor's stained with Godknowswhat and I'mafraidtoask. Porn mags, among other garbage, in the utility box--I'm surprised that the three safety triangles are still there and intact. That leaves me to the horrific, morbid wondering of what went on in this cab, and what I could possibly be sitting in on this driver's seat.
2. It looks like this windshield hasn't been cleaned since the last driver was assigned this truck. There are HUGE SPOTS on the inside of all of the windows, leading me to again wonder out of morbid curiosity just what happened in here. There are strange stains on the ceiling that have absolutely no reason to be there--no leaks in the roof panels, windbreaker, windows, etc...did this guy just take a cup of coffee and go "whee?"
3. Mechanical problems, and nothing sweet and simple. Oil and radiator fluid leaks. Air leaks constantly while the truck is in motion. The "check engine" light, as well as several other dash lights (including but not limited to warning indicators) flash and blink as they see fit. I'm currently running on "low coolant." Fortunately (I hope) I'm sitting in a parking lot next to a Freightliner mechanic, so I'll have them check it out and find out the procedure to having it fixed. Maybe they can just bill my Comdata card or send it to Decker or something.
4. Outside appearance is waaaaaaaaaaaay below par. This thing looks like it hasn't been washed in years, like, since it rolled off the damn assembly line. The front ground effect paneling is busted forward. How the hell does something pull the ground effect paneling like that? The original driver must have backed over a huge-ass boulder or something. Oh, and the passenger-side West Coast mirror, the only automatic mirror in the truck, doesn't work. There also appears to be a problem with the air and electrical trailer lines, but I can't put my finger on it. I just pray I'm not burning out the brakes on the two trailers I've pulled so far.
5. I now know where the term "Freightshaker" comes from. This thing, whether intentional or unintentional, qualifies as Magic Fingers. But not to me. I'm sitting on a memory foam, insulated, pneumatic-shock-absorbsion suspension piece, so I don't feel a thing. The dash rattles like there's no tomorrow. The shifter rattles like it's trying to be an instrument in a band. Oh, and forget about insulation. This thing can't hold heat for anything. I've made sure the weather stripping is good and the doors close tight, and this thing still loses heat like it's made of paper.
6. HE BROKE THE DAMN STEREO. It chewed up and spit out my cassette adapter like expensive bubble gum twice. I pray the damn thing still works. But it looks like I'll be going with a short-range FM transmitter for now, for my laptop. I'll be subscribing to XM in the near future. $13 a month for five or six hard rock and alternative stations I can get anywhere in the country? Sure!
I'm going to limp over to the Freightliner shop and see what they can do about the oil and coolant. Then I'll try going to bed. I'm trying my damnedest not to think about what that bed was used for. The fact he or she (most likely a he) had a sheet and blanket is no comfort though. Certain bodily fluids do soak through.
(Don't ask me how I know that.)